Haruhi blushed deeply as she stepped out into the living room and Kyōya took a glance, then gave her a much more thorough once-over. His pleased smirk made her shiver and blush softly, as she glanced down at her outfit. The short haired young woman was in a soft blue short-sleeved dress, with pink, green, and yellow butterflies embroidered onto it, that ended at her knees and was loose and flowy, unknowingly making her appear even more innocent than she usually did.

Ranka fluttered around her when he saw her, "Oh! Darling, you look gorgeous! Ah, Kyōya-kun, you are a lucky man! Now, now, off you two go, have fun tonight!"

Kyōya sent her another smirk and pushed up his glasses, making her shiver with anticipation. Oh! She was nervous as hell – this was her first date after all, and from the subtext she was seeing, Kyōya had her dad's permission for many, many things, including spending the night. Oh, but that made her so, so nervous and excited!

Kyōya held his arm out to her and she smiled shyly, taking it, calling back a goodbye to her dad as they left the house. "So," she asked quietly, "Where are we going?"

He patted her hand gently, making her smile up at him, and said, "I know of a nice sushi restaurant closer to where I live and thought we could go there. Not too posh, but not casual either. You chose the perfect outfit, kitten."

She flushed deeply at the last comment, pleased that she had made him happy, and slid closer to him as they walked to his car and slid into the back, Kyōya commenting, "Take us to Yamato's, thank you."

Then he pulled her against his side and she smiled happily, resting her head on his shoulder. This was nerve-wracking, but would hopefully be fun.

When they arrived at Yamato's, Kyōya slid out of the limo and put on his best manners, holding his hand out for hers and wrapping it around his arm. Then he led her inside. Haruhi was clearly uncomfortable to begin with, but the atmosphere inside was warm, cozy, and relaxed, which in turn relaxed his date. They got shown to a table, and he looked over the expansive sushi menu, glancing over and smiling at the small "O" that Haruhi's lips were formed into as she stared and stared. He would let her order for herself this time, however next time he would be the one doing the ordering of their meals. Finally satisfied, he ordered a selection of nigiri, maki, and sashimi, Haruhi matching his order with her own, getting many identical things, much to his delight.

He then ordered them some champagne and tea, and Haruhi smiled at him, her hands fidgeting until he reached across the table and captured them in his much larger hands, caressing her palms softly with his thumbs and pleased when she flushed darkly. He adored her more subtle blush of just the tips of her ears, but this kind of blush was much more of a visible claim. She belonged to him, and happily so.

He couldn't wait until they got back to her home, however.

Haruhi blushed as they headed back to the limo, pleasantly buzzed and delighted with the evening. Oh, the food had been utterly amazing, decadent and delightful, rich and robust. Champagne was very delicious indeed, and their Jasmine tea was a delight, complimenting the sushi wonderfully.

She'd never had such flavorful food, and it was amazing how well Kyōya-senpai knew her in order to take her to exactly the perfect place that was fancy, but not fancy enough to set her on edge, allowing her to be more natural and comfortable instead of forced and stilted. He didn't let her drink too much either; it was lovely that he took such care for her.

Once in the limo, she cuddled into his side and yawned slightly – she was warm and tingling and a little tired, but in a way also very wired. She'd had her first date! They were moving a bit differently to how things normally went but Haruhi didn't mind that at all, instead excited that they were even doing typical "couple" things that she had thought would be pretty impossible for them to do. Kyōya-senpai, however, was not to be deterred when he wanted something.

When they got home, she unlocked the door with surprising ease, and led him inside with a soft smile, before shutting the door and locking it once more – he'd told the driver to pick him up in the morning, which gah! Yes, she was excited, but she was also nervous, and he seemed to sense that, tugging her to her room, shutting the door, and pushing her against it with a dominating, insistent kiss that spread heat through her body and made the pleasant tingling strengthen even more. She clutched at his shoulders as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue tangling, twisting, dancing around hers.

She melted against the door, and he pulled away slightly, making her whine a little and causing him to chuckle lightly. Oh but that sound went straight to her core! Made her hot and tingly even more. It made her tense and then relax more fully, as he took her hand and led her deeper into the room, where her futon was already out and ready. That caused him to smile and she blushed a bit, "Sorry, it's not nicer…"

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I love you and desire you for who you are, pet. You don't need to be fancy to please me. In fact, I'd rather you be yourself when it's just us, understood, kitten?"

Haruhi nodded, eyes wide and blown, pleased with what he said and asked of her, and she kissed him desperately, ignoring his chuckle to pull him onto the futon with her, her body arching up into his. She was nothing like nervous any more, she just wanted Kyōya-senpai.

Kyōya mouthed down his pet's jaw, over to her ear, and along the edge, before sucking at her neck beneath it, not long enough to leave a definitive mark that would last beyond the night but enough to make one that would last for a few hours. Then he marked the other side of her throat, smirking at her soft mewls of delight and sliding his hands under her skirt and along her bare, smooth thighs. She hissed at that, and he scraped his blunt, manicured nails over her skin, which made her whimper as he rucked up her skirt and slid it to her hips. His fingers ghosted over her panties and he barely bit back a moan at how soaked she was. Fuck but that was incredibly hot!

Haruhi whimpered with anticipation as Kyōya-senpai's fingers lightly trailed over her panty-covered sex, and she caught the look on his face of complete delight at how ready she was for him. Then his hands skimmed her hips and he pulled them off of her, an inch at a time, his palms caressing her legs – which made her shudder – as they went down. By now she was completely keyed up, taut and tight, and she was panting softly as his lips caressed her bare skin, making her twitch with each soft kiss. Then he nipped the area just above her ankle, which made her squeak, and kissed his way back up her legs, alternating sides with each soft brush of his lips. Oh but this was just the most intense thing that Haruhi had ever felt!

Then he reached her sex and kissed around her hips as two fingers slid down her core and into her, making her keen softly as she was bombarded with thick-full-pressure-pleasure and she nearly exploded then and there. She didn't though, she just clutched the comforter on her futon and arched her body harshly as his fingers slid in and out of her, curling and seeking… what? Oh!

Haruhi knew what he was seeking a second after he found it, because the tips of his fingers rubbed the spot that he'd sought out, and it felt completely different and utterly amazing and she came, hard, biting her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure for everybody to hear.

When she collapsed, shuddering and whimpering from aftershocks, Kyōya-senpai came up to rest beside her, his hand pressing against her stomach under her dress as he kissed her nearly-bare shoulders, just being close to her while she recovered. It was a relief, because that had been almost too intense to bear.

"Thank you, Kyōya-senpai," she finally managed to get out, and he smiled at her, that soft, fond smile that made her want to cry every time because she could barely believe that Kyōya-senpai actually loved her back. It was practically a dream come true, except she'd never dreamed of a romance or relationship before.

"You're welcome, kitten. Are you comfortable going further tonight, precious?"

Ohgodhecalledherprecious! She blushed – hard – and managed to squeak out a "Please!"

His chuckle was knowing; dark and delicious, and she moaned softly at hearing it as his hand skimmed up to caress the underside of her bra-clad breasts, and she pouted some, having now recovered and only just noticing the unfairness of her disheveled state and his pristine appearance. "Not fair. You're so, so…" She waved her hand around and pouted again, "Perfect, and here I am, a right mess."

He smirked down at her as his body was suddenly above hers, and growled into her ear, "My perfect mess."

That made her bite her lip and look away shyly until he turned her face back to look at him, his dark eyes burning as they stared at her. "Look at me. You're so beautiful. So delightfully unaffected by everything but me."

Then he leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet, and somehow it made her burn with need and desire, her body arching and squirming beneath his. He pressed down onto her and she gasped, feeling his strong, wiry muscles through his clothes. Kyōya-senpai was no Mori-senpai, but he was incredibly perfect to Haruhi. Lithe and muscled just right, he could actually pick her up when he wanted – he'd done it twice before now – and that was terribly arousing to her.

She didn't want to be picked up right now though.

Sliding her hands up into the collar of his button down shirt – white, of course – she began slowly unbuttoning it. He smirked at her and lifted himself up some more when she got to where their bodies met, and she was just – oh! – so turned on by how strong he was, holding himself up like that! Her hands shook with desire as she finished unbuttoning his shirt, and then for the first time, she slid her hands up his toned chest, moaning softly at his deep hiss of pleasure as she caressed his heated skin, fingers trailing along the planes of his stomach and chest.

He growled after a few moments, and bit down on her neck – not too gentle, not too rough – before kissing the area where he bit and nibbling over her collarbone, which in turn made her hiss with need. "Please!"

"Please what, kitten?" He asked, so soft, such steel underlying his words.

"P-please.. I want you so bad, Kyōya-senpai!"

Kyōya understood that that was as good as she could give right now – as aroused as Haruhi was, she still just could not make herself beg for sex yet; maybe once she'd had it and knew how amazing it would be, then she could, but right now she just wanted some indefinable more.

So he obliged her, tossing his shirt aside and sliding her dress off of her body, pressing kisses to every inch of skin exposed by his progress and making her squirm and moan softly with his attention. Then he divested her of her bra and attacked her breasts with his hands and mouth, causing her to gasp and squeak with shock at the intense feeling he was no doubt bringing to her. The past few weeks had proven to him that her breasts were exquisitely sensitive. He continued to tease her, switching his mouth from one side to the other, until she was begging and pleading, at which point he slid out of his trousers and boxers, slid in between her legs, and mauled her breasts again. He knew this would hurt her, but he had a plan – one made with the aid of much research – to make it less severe to her.

He didn't want to hurt her, after all, even though they were both ready for this.

Oh damn, oh damn, Haruhi was so close! She squirmed and whimpered, clutched at her comforter and arched, as he attacked her breasts, bringing her closer and closer to the edge again until she was begging and pleading for release. He gave her permission by biting her nipple and rolling it between his teeth, which immediately sent her keening over the edge, and while her orgasm was overwhelming her, she felt him press into her in one swift thrust.

There was a sharp, brief pain, then the feeling of pressure and fullness, and it was over, leaving her still panting from her orgasm as she stared up at him. He looked down at her, concerned, but before he could ask the inevitable question she stroked his shoulders and shook her head, "It didn't hurt very much, and it only hurts a little bit now."

He smiled at her and kissed her, deep and hungry, just kissing her and not moving until she felt like not feeling him move was going to drive her crazy. He started at the perfect time then, slowly and gently sliding out of her, making her whimper a bit from an ache and displeasure at the sudden emptiness, before he pushed just as gently back into her, somehow managing to get even deeper, which, oh!

Oh, wow, Haruhi had never imagined it would feel this good! Despite the mild ache, which was going away, that feeling of repeated fullness as he slowly thrust in and out of her was completely divine – she'd thought his fingers were amazing, but this was just, mind-blowing! It certainly didn't hurt that he was kissing her all over, and her body was arching into his, the action making her nipples rub against his firm chest.

Finally the slowness was getting to her and she softly begged, "Please, Kyōya-senpai! Please, more!"

"As you wish, kitten." His self-satisfied smirk just drove her insane, as he finally picked up the pace and got both faster and rougher, growling and groaning into her ear as she clutched at his back, her own hips meeting his with needy grinding. Oh, oh!

"Ah! F-fuck!"

Well. She guessed something could make her say the f-word, and it was sex with Kyōya-senpai.

Soon one of his hands was sliding down her body and sliding to her sex, circling her clit and making her hips buck uncontrollably as he teased her and drove her over the edge. She didn't even have the time to ask if she could cum before she was orgasming, biting back a scream as his thrusts became ragged and rough, faster and harder, and then he stilled over her, heat spreading through her core as she moaned lowly – for some reason that felt completely brilliant, oh, hell. Haruhi was screwed, because now she was a Kyōya addict.

His soft "Fuck," made her look up at him and he was staring at her with intense dark eyes, watching her every movement. She smiled sweetly at him and pushed herself up – barely managing it, she felt as limp and weak as an overcooked noodle – to kiss him happily. "Thank you, Kyōya-senpai. That… there are no words for how amazing that was."

Every word was interrupted with a harsh panted breath, but she got out her compliment intelligibly, and his look softened as he slid out of her – making her whine before she realized what she was doing and flushed darkly – and moved next to her, gathering her body close to his and caressing her sides and back. She absolutely adored the care he took with her, always making sure that if it was more than just a kiss – however dominating and mind-blowing the kiss might be – she wasn't left to recover alone. He held her together when he tore her apart, and she loved him ever so much for it.

Finally, she yawned softly, and Kyōya-senpai combed through her hair gently, sliding the comforter over them with a quiet, "Sleep, precious kitten. I love you. Goodnight."

Haruhi went to sleep the most sated and happiest person in the world.